“Well—­is that all?  Yet I deserve no more!  Of course,” he added, with a slight laugh, “there is something of the ridiculous to your eyes in seeing me like this.  But—­I must put up with that. ...  I heard you had gone away; nobody knew where.  Tess, you wonder why I have followed you?”

“I do, rather; and I would that you had not, with all my heart!”

“Yes—­you may well say it,” he returned grimly, as they moved onward together, she with unwilling tread.  “But don’t mistake me; I beg this because you may have been led to do so in noticing—­if you did notice it—­how your sudden appearance unnerved me down there.  It was but a momentary faltering; and considering what you have been to me, it was natural enough.  But will helped me through it—­though perhaps you think me a humbug for saying it—­and immediately afterwards I felt that of all persons in the world whom it was my duty and desire to save from the wrath to come—­sneer if you like—­the woman whom I had so grievously wronged was that person.  I have come with that sole purpose in view—­nothing more.”

There was the smallest vein of scorn in her words of rejoinder:  “Have you saved yourself?  Charity begins at home, they say.”

“I have done nothing!” said he indifferently.  “Heaven, as I have been telling my hearers, has done all.  No amount of contempt that you can pour upon me, Tess, will equal what I have poured upon myself—­the old Adam of my former years!  Well, it is a strange story; believe it or not; but I can tell you the means by which my conversion was brought about, and I hope you will be interested enough at least to listen.  Have you ever heard the name of the parson of Emminster—­you must have done do?—­old Mr Clare; one of the most earnest of his school; one of the few intense men left in the Church; not so intense as the extreme wing of Christian believers with which I have thrown in my lot, but quite an exception among the Established clergy, the younger of whom are gradually attenuating the true doctrines by their sophistries, till they are but the shadow of what they were.  I only differ from him on the question of Church and State—­the interpretation of the text, ’Come out from among them and be ye separate, saith the Lord’—­that’s all.  He is one who, I firmly believe, has been the humble means of saving more souls in this country than any other man you can name.  You have heard of him?”

“I have,” she said.

“He came to Trantridge two or three years ago to preach on behalf of some missionary society; and I, wretched fellow that I was, insulted him when, in his disinterestedness, he tried to reason with me and show me the way.  He did not resent my conduct, he simply said that some day I should receive the first-fruits of the Spirit—­that those who came to scoff sometimes remained to pray.  There was a strange magic in his words.  They sank into my mind.  But the loss of my mother hit